Male Supporters Want to Fall in Love [Quick Transmigration]

"Good morning, did you sleep well last night?"

The blond-haired young man smiled warmly, but Yinlong suddenly became sober. He turned over and leaned down in a vigilant state, with a threatening roar coming out of his throat.

Winterson didn't care about this. He sat on the edge of the bed and said to himself, "I was worried that you would run away."

He stood up, walked to the corner with buckskin boots, squatted down beside Yinlong, and pulled up a vine: "After all, I heard that dragon flame can destroy everything."

Long Yan?

Zhang Ning asked the system: "What is that? Is it the fire I spewed out?"

System: "It seems so... Please, you are the dragon now, can you read the inheritance memory yourself?!"

Yinlong opened his eyes wide, he didn't seem to react, and when he wanted to open his mouth, someone pinched his kiss again.

The young man's voice was low, with a slight smile: "But you have no chance."

He held down the silver dragon with one hand, took out a magic potion from the pouch around his waist with the other hand, and poured all of it into the silver dragon's mouth like treating a disobedient pet.

"Cough cough!"

The taste of the potion is not as bitter as imagined, but a sweet herbal smell.

The vines receded slowly along the wall, and the silver dragon fluttered its wings and spewed out a little flame from its mouth, which was fleeting and harmless.

"Is it delicious? It's a potion that won't let you hurt me," the blond young man said with a smile, "It won't make you bigger for the time being, and suppress your dragon breath by the way, so you won't be able to spray out dragon flames anymore." .I specially configured it for you when you were asleep."

Zhang Ning pressed his front paws on the ground and sneezed hard.

Who is hurting who now? !

"My name is Winterson," the blond young man asked with a smile, not worried about the silver dragon escaping now. He was so weak that he was sweating coldly last night, "What's your name?"

The silver dragon covered its head with its wings lazily, as if refusing to communicate.

"Speak." Winterson pulled his wings away, and said in a firmer tone, "I know you can talk like this."

Zhang Ning now misses that soft-spoken, delicate and weak "princess" very much.

Yinlong stared at him with azure blue eyes, flipped through the inheritance memory of the dragon clan for a while, and then reluctantly said: "Silva."

"Silva, the forest..." Winterson's green eyes were full of smiles. He held up the head of the silver dragon and said in a low voice, "Sure enough, the Second Era still exists."

What second era?

Zhang Ning couldn't understand his words. He shook his head and avoided Winterson's hand: "I won't hurt you, you can go."

Winterson's expression was blank for a moment, he lowered his head, his eyes were level with the silver dragon, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I apologize to you," Yinlong said, "I didn't intend to bring you out of the royal city and cause you unnecessary trouble."

Winterson said softly: "But, you said it yourself, ask me to stay in your lair for a few days."

Yinlong did say that when he captured the "princess" at first, and Zhang Ning couldn't help but sigh when he remembered the heroine he hadn't found yet: "I made a mistake, I thought you were the princess..."

Winterson: "And you bit my skirt."

Zhang Ning: "..."

Zhang Ning: "I will compensate you, you can take whatever is in my lair."

He didn't hear the other party's answer for a while, so he raised his head.

Platinum blonde hair hung down, covering most of Winterson's face, with an inexplicable expression.

He was silent for a while, then suddenly burst into laughter, and casually lifted the hair on his forehead, revealing his narrow green eyes: "Did you make a mistake?"

The corners of his mouth curled up, but his eyes were condescending: "Now you have to obey me."

Winterson shook the empty magic potion bottle in his hand and smiled slyly: "If you are disobedient, I won't give you the antidote."

The few houses in the manor are deserted, but the plants in the garden are growing vigorously.

Zhang Ning nestled in the shade of a tree, avoiding the blazing sun, while Winterson stood in front of the flower bed without fear of the heat, watering the flowers.

Yinlong lay on the grass, smelling the fragrance of grass and trees, and couldn't help but think of the magic potion that Winterson forced him to drink that day, which also had some sweetness of grass and trees.

Winterson is very strange, he seems to be particularly fond of plants.

The roses bloomed warmly and unrestrainedly, with strong red and green intertwined. The blond young man standing among them was wearing a white shirt and dark trousers. He was tall and slender with a handsome appearance, just like a medieval oil painting.

But only Zhang Ning knows what a bad character this young man, who is as elegant as an oil painting, is.

Yinlong gritted his teeth in dissatisfaction. He remembered that the food he had bought earlier was running out, and Winterson would always beg him to fly out to buy something if he had nothing to eat.

At that time, he can turn back and threaten Winterson to hand over the antidote.

The sound of "Boom" broke Zhang Ning's fantasy. He raised his head to look for the sound, and saw the watering can in Winterson's hand fell to the ground.

And he himself was the same as last night, bent over in pain, and fell to the ground.

Yinlong straightened up and took a few steps forward tentatively: "Hey——"

Zhang Ning was a little afraid to approach, he was afraid that Winterson would trick him again, but seeing that the other party was rolling on the ground in pain, he still walked over hesitantly.

If something really happened, no one would give him an antidote.

The blond-haired young man was lying on his side on the grass. He bent his body and almost curled himself up, turning over and over again, as if he had reached the limit of his endurance.His beautiful platinum color was disheveled and covered with blades of grass.

Zhang Ning flicked his tail and walked up to him: "What's wrong with you?"

Winterson just panted violently and groaned a little, but didn't answer him.

Zhang Ning was at a loss. He was about to touch Winterson with his dragon claws, but suddenly found something different under the platinum-blond hair.

It's a pair of pointy, elf ears.

The author has something to say: the name is useless...

Silva doesn't know who will have the same name, but the transliteration back to the word itself means forest.